The High School Murder
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He was 17. Way too young. He had a couple friends. Average grades. His home was hard but he never let anyone know. So what caused this? Was it an accident? Was it done by himself? Could it have been planned? A family member perhaps? All we know.......is that he was murdered. Join me as I figure out who did this heinous act. Or run away....hoping they dont come after you too....
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